I appreciate so much your concern, anyone who commented or who sent me a prayer or two...! Things are still bad, and I'm trying to tell myself it isn't the end of the world. It isn't, of course, and there are many worse things, but---As far as "medium-bad" things go, this is right up there. I don't even have the strength to take pictures and post them, but I will when we're closer to an "after" photo. Basically, we discovered - as we were peeling the five/six layers of wallpaper in the living room - that one whole wall is badly damaged from a water leak (from before the roof was replaced), and many areas that haven't flat-out crumbled have soft plaster, plaster that feels ready to give at any moment. We have gone back and forth about what to do, and how, and finally decided to try ourselves today to start breaking it down---. Ugh. I don't even want to think about it. What we realized is that we need a professional's help on this, so we're going to try tomorrow to find someone. We're going to scrape, prime and paint the other walls, which are decent, and then just wait for help. It's hard to admit defeat like this, but the cycle of despair and stress Adam and I are both in is almost too much to bear. We've cried Uncle for tonight, and I'm going to enjoy a drink on the couch that we moved into the porch. It's beautiful outside, so there's that. And there's a new, fresh day tomorrow --- I am so grateful for those new starts we are constantly given.